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Tuesday, December 15, 2009
every time you look up in singapore. you'll see cloudy, cloudy skies. where your dreams puffs up, like cotton candies.
each time i look up in tekong. i see blue, blue skies. where our wings start to grow, but never enough to fly.
that night i looked up in tekong. i see twilight, twilighted skies. where stars show themselves, telling us,
everything will be beautiful, as long as you look up,
with optimism, with sight. and with courage.
i guess, it's time to set things right again. man never know what they need. while they always want what they want.
going up?. || 1:04 AM
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